Night unfurls in velvet sweep
Constellations hum in sleep
Heaven lays its clues in light
Fate disguised in quiet night
Eyes once closed to cosmic thread
Dreams stayed small inside one head
Stars watched patient never gone
Truth existed all along
Open gaze lifts veil of doubt
Meaning forms from inside-out
Fate speaks soft through patient skies
Destiny belongs to those who rise
World never lacked sacred sign
Vision shapes the grand design
Stars do not choose who receives—
Only those who choose to see